Bea: So what were you saying, dear?
Eric: Um, well, I was saying that I'm getting married.
Bea: Oh, honey, how wonderful! So, who's the lucky girl?
Eric: Well, um, Donna.
Bea: Oh. Well, I guess this is a small town. [chuckles] [kisses Eric's head and walks away]
Donna: Okay, what the hell did that mean?
Eric: That, my friend, is the seldom heard but much feared Grandma burn. Your only warning is the jingle of costume jewelry and the overpowering scent of BenGay.